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Luke couldn't be blamed for his lack of willpower; the design of the red dress was truly stunning.
The opening at the back was wide, but the outline of the back was very soft.
The opening at the front was like the mouth of a fish, and the curve was half hidden.
Under the contrast of the slightly dark red dress, her skin appeared even more seductive and white.
While commenting on the dress from an artistic point of view, Luke didn't forget to say a classic line. "Can I get to know you? Ma 'am, you look familiar to me. "
The woman in the red dress was a little stunned. It wasn't that she was scared by Luke's shamelessness, but that she really didn't expect to hear such an "ancient" line from the pretty boy in front of her.
Before she could reply, Luke continued, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Bruce Bell Wayne."
The woman in the red dress had a strange expression on her face. She felt that she might have run into a psycho. "So, are you trying to say that you're the chairman of Wayne Corporation?"
Luke smiled and reached into his chest again … to take out a bat dart. "Oh, Fukos, what a joke! You can call me — Knight. "
The woman in the red dress was almost certain that she had run into a psycho, except that he wasn't pretending to be a magnate, but a superhero.
But then, her eyes narrowed, because Luke had already thrown out the bat dart.
The matte bat dart spun and turned into a blurry shadow that silently flew across half the restaurant before it returned to Luke's hand.
The whole process took less than two seconds.
Pa!
Luke gently put the bat dart on the table and pushed it in front of her with two fingers. "Here's a little souvenir. I hope that we can be friendlier the next time we meet."
With that, he got up and left. When he passed his own table, he stuffed a hundred-dollar bill into the chest of the waitress next to him. "Table 6 will pay the bill. The rest is your tip."
The waitress was shocked. She was immediately mesmerized by this handsome guy who was throwing money around. She nodded and forgot to clear the table for a moment.
The woman in the red dress was lost for words. She could tell at first glance that this was LSP.
But she quickly retracted her gaze and looked at the bat dart in front of her.
Holding it in front of her, she could smell several different kinds of food.
At this moment, several customers in the cafe were wondering about the "accident" just now. "Waiter, I clearly asked for a diagonally cut sandwich. Why is there an extra cut in the middle?"
"Honey, can't you be careful when you eat the cake? I spilled the coffee on my shirt. "
"Waiter, why is my egg yellow?"
They were completely unaware that the "weapon" that caused these accidents was in the hands of the woman in the red dress.
The woman played with the bat dart, spinning it between her fingers like a small fish. She murmured, "This move doesn't look like an ordinary counterfeit."
Even so, she still sensed that something was wrong.
Although Batman was sometimes called the Dark Knight, it was more like an adjective than a nickname that Luke had given him.
The difference between the two was similar to the difference between tiger skin green peppers and tiger skin.
So, this guy wasn't a clumsy imposter, but a … new superhero? Or someone who wanted to be a superhero?
The woman in the red dress furrowed her eyebrows. She hated these psychotic heroes the most. They weren't honest at all.
Walking out of the cafe, Luke turned around with an indescribable smile on his face. Interesting! He had just arrived, and he had already run into a "Goddess of War" who looked very similar to Tiana. Was it because of the space-time rift?
Why had he taken the initiative to "flirt" with this woman in the red dress called "Diana," and even dared to "expose" her identity as soon as he spoke? Of course, it was because she was dark green in the system interface.
A good person like her wouldn't hit someone for a little bit of rudeness. Of course, she would forgive him.
Also, a powerful woman like her wouldn't remember a nobody. Of course, it was important to distinguish her from other people's "first time."
After this incident, the atmosphere would definitely be much better the next time.
…
In the blink of an eye, it was already Luke's third month in DC.
Looking at the guests arguing on his phone, which eventually escalated into flipping tables and fighting, Luke closed the video and curled his lip in disdain. "It's a different world, but the Americans are still playing this boring old game. There's no technical content at all."
When he raised his head again, he saw a group of American idiots several hundred meters away. They were holding all kinds of placards and shouting slogans in the square in front of the Congress Hall. "Down with the Dark Knight."
"We don't need vigilante police who abuse justice."
"We want freedom. We want peace. We don't want 'black' vigilantes."
"The government is incompetent and allows the 'black' forces to do whatever they want."
Luke picked up the coffee on the stone table next to him and took a sip. He crossed his legs in passing, a mocking smile on his handsome face.
Among the group of people who were passing by, the middle-aged white woman in a business suit who was in her forties couldn't help but slow down and size him up.
Then, her footsteps became slower and slower, and she stopped ten meters later.
After standing still for a few seconds, she decisively turned around and strode over to Luke. "Hello, excuse me."
Putting down his coffee cup, Luke, who was holding a cake, looked up. "What's up?"
God, this man was actually so damn tempting! The middle-aged woman swore that at that moment, she felt as if she were looking at a lazy cat.
There was laziness in his callousness and arrogance in his casualness. He could clearly use his looks to make a living, but he insisted on killing people with his temperament.
Hm … fine, that was just a subconscious thought of the middle-aged woman. What she was really considering was something else. "Excuse me, are you interested in a new job?"
Luke raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Sorry, Senator Finch, I'm not interested in official work."
The middle-aged woman was stunned. "You know me?"
Luke glanced at the idiots a hundred meters away. "Aren't they here to support your proposal?"
Senator Finch was deep in thought. "It seems that you don't agree with them?"
"If a smart person agrees with a bunch of misguided fools, he's either stupid or bad." Luke looked at her calmly. "What do you think?"
Senator Finch frowned.
One of her lackeys stepped forward at the right time and said in a low voice that was loud enough for both Senator Finch and Luke to hear, "Senator, you only have ten minutes to speak."
Senator Finch, who had been ruthlessly rejected and even faintly mocked, decisively gave up on recruiting Luke.
She only saw that his looks and temperament were outstanding, and that he was very suitable for public relations with women.
After all, even an experienced and knowledgeable senator like her was attracted to him at first glance. If an ordinary woman heard this man speak, they definitely wouldn't refute him. If they could lick the screen, why would they waste their brains to listen? Just agree and be done with it.
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